The man murmured some apology.
"Bring me some hot water."
The porter was about to hurriedly withdraw, when Jack stopped him with an oath.
"You've been long enough coming without shooting off like that. Who was that man that just left the next room?"
"I don't know, sir."
"Find out, and let me know."
He flung a gold piece at the man, beat up his pillow, and turned his face to the wall. The porter still lingered, and Jack faced sharply round.
"Not gone yet? What the devil"——
"Beg your pardon, sir; do you know anything about her?"
"No," said Jack, raising himself on his elbow; "but if I catch you hanging round that door, as you were five minutes ago, I'll"——.